Tired. So, so, tired.
Massive ibuprofen-resistant headache.
One car broken down, the other on its last legs.
Boobs not producing enough milk.
Pumping a) sucks, and b) is difficult when the sound of the pump is apparently the one noise guaranteed to wake the Hatchling. (Smoke alarm? No problem. Breast pump? WAAAY too loud.)
But having said all that: damn, the season finale of Grey’s Anatomy was hella good. I bawled like a baby.